After half a long winter, the Spring Festival arrives.
On this day of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, naturally, everyone is thinking of happy things.
On a farmstead along Longwang Road, a man is moving the large cabbages from the snow outside into the house, preparing this year's New Year's Eve dinner.
And the man's old grandfather is still chatting with old neighbors in the snow.
"Didn't they say a war was going to break out? Luckily, it was later said that it wasn't. Otherwise, if the harvest was delayed, we wouldn't be able to properly celebrate this year."
"Exactly! It's better not to have a war! But still, if there's no war, why do we have to pay something like military support taxes and expedition taxes?"
